Living and dying
are not so dissimilar from
swimming upstream
and being pushed
by the current
downstream,
respectively.

It is not a matter of
how well equipped you are
to swim upstream,
It is, however,
a matter of application.
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Death is a wondrous thing:
not in that I envy the dead
but in that it so defies language.

Death, of itself, is a rather dull topic. Uninteresting.
But the implications of the asymmetrical nature of Life
reflect many of those we theoretically deduce and induce of the Universe itself.

We, and all the things around us,
are but spontaneous expressions and manifestations
of that which defies description.

We arise, we exist, and we return again.

It defies description not because no one has experienced it,
or because we don't try to translate it when we do experience it,
but rather because no one has the capacity
to translate this experience
into the languages we happen to use
such that
it can be shared with others
much less
become common knowledge.
(Assuming also that others would be willing and able to understand)

In fact, I feel that we've all died already.
Maybe once, maybe an infinite number of times.
We just can't seem to recall it,
and even if we do,
it mocks us with it's ineffability:

I feel that death is the inevitable night
from which one awakens
at the dawn of the day of one's Life.

*Circles beget Spirals.